| I’m just spot underneath right to you
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| I’m a cup, fill me up to the brink
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| Come on, take a drink
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| I wanna hear you sing
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| I wanna hear you ringing, yeah
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| You know the town, its horse in the back
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| Is their feet are better than holes in your shoes
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| Boy, you sre give me the blues
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| And right now the earth is turning round
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| Even when I’m feeling down
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| When I’m feeling down
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| Now your thoughts and no invitations
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| And you don’t give me no explainations, no
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| Now your thoughts and no invitations
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| And you don’t give me no explainations (whoa, whoa)
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| Anymore
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| I’m just sit here singing my song
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| Hoping you may hear them come along
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| Where you are
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| If I could make this guitar play,
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| What words can never say
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| There you are with hand out that for more
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| But tell me what are you asking me for?
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| Oh whoa oh oh oh |